The eyeless mole thrashed on the ground in agony. Eleanor refused to take any chances. She drove punch after punch into its skull, each strike crackling with lightning. Black blood seeped from the fresh gashes she carved into its hide. The creature released a warped, barely audible screech before collapsing, limp and lifeless.
Eleanor exhaled in relief, chest rising and falling sharply. The fight had been brief, yet it demanded every scrap of her focus… mind and body alike.
Master, we must leave at once. The mole made a sound before dying. I can sense movement in the distance, Nora warned.
Eleanor closed her eyes and sharpened her hearing. Faint disturbances tugged at the edge of her awareness. Without hesitation, she hastened towards the mountains. She couldn't risk running; noise would only draw more predators. Her only choice was to walk quickly over solid ground, keeping her steps light and controlled.
